Hopper
by G.E. Simons
In grained black and white with James Dean
Before the sequins cut Elvis to death
Blacklisted for a dirty last movie
Left to paint, lick the smears of Van Gogh
Chemic deaths in Republican deserts
Like serpents absorbing the sun
General Lee in degrees, easy diners
The chrome poles and Mustangular soft tops
Wrapped in blue American velvet
Eggs over easy and spattered with blood
Filming the genuine beats of bravado
Where mouths bulge with burgers and mud
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Author's Note
"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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Gritty impressionism.*
Love the wordplay. "Ya know, this used to be a helluva good country. I don't know what went wrong with it."
"The chrome poles and Mustangular soft tops" Luke would have been proud of him and him of you.
This reminds me of a poem I wrote for Paul Newman, I will put it up when I get a chance.